If you are from Idaho, I owe you an apology. Before this trip, I’ve never really thought of your state. It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just that Idaho was never on my radar for anything except a baked potato. Now, after a couple of days of stellar roads, scenic views, and gorgeous rivers, I’m a converted Idaho lover. Therefore, I am officially offering Idaho my sincerest apologies.
Don’t get me wrong, I saw plenty of farm fields, and I’m sure many of them were full of potatoes. I must say though, that those were rather spectacular farm fields set amongst a backdrop of snow capped mountains. As we cruised along, I will always remember the farmer driving his tractor into the setting sun who waved his hat at us as we drove by. And the little boy with training wheels on his bike who tried to race along side of us. Most spectacular to me is the herd of horses that were running alongside of us as we wound through this gorgeous farm country.
Those images that live within my mind are enough for me to be forever fond of Idaho, but as a motorcyclist, the real fun began when we entered the Sawtooth Mountains area. Our rural route through the Sawtooth Mountains took us along rivers, over mountains, and through canyons that ought to be in every Idaho visitor’s guide. The fantastic landscape changed dramatically from sage desert and barren hills to snowy capped mountain passes. Although the landscape and elevation changed, one thing remained the same – the lack of traffic combined with the tight, winding road made for a very exciting and extremely fun ride.
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